thirteenthfloorelevator
thirteenthfloorelevator
thirteenthfloorelevator

You ever lived with/near chickens? Those noisy, territorial, constantly-escaping bastards are your enemies

I thought to you, our Colonial Cousins, deep fried is natural flavour... ?

Jesus christ, people, it's LEGO! Lego brick. Plural, Lego bricks. Collectively known as Lego. I hope all you goddamn extraneous 'S' heathens stand on an upside-down 8-spot in your bare feet. Savages, all of you...

I could spell pretty much all of my 7-year-old self's vocabulary perfectly well (except 'dwarfs', which I continue to spell 'dwarves' to this day, because I'd read the Hobbit). My handwriting is, however, not noticeably better than this girl's is even today. Why is it not possible she can spell correctly?

My brother decided to write to Reagan AND Andropov asking them to get rid of their country's nuclear weapons as a child. Granted, that was, quite obviously, partly to do with the kind of household we grew up in, but he did it off his own bat.

The old Lego Space logo is a thing of beauty.

Big asses.

The best hand me down car? The one that you, personally got handed to you, obviously.

That could be dealt with by making children scared and telling them to hide under their desks?

My bet is none, similar to the NSA's shenanigans success record.

I have loved that thing since I first found out about it. Tiny little train pods for everyone! I mean, just lookathelittletrainsSQUEEE!

Nah, they're actually pretty cool with it. It's their opposition who've got the problem...

EVERYTHING is better when it's a space thing. Even lawyerin'.

Foil hatters gonna hat? Pithy, see?

I think calling the Old Bill is a good idea for that lewd-insky pun...

DO IT!!!

Furthermore, you should eat 'em with paprika & a wedge of fresh lemon. Don't argue with me.

It is possible to open an oyster with a pocket-knife (unless you're the kind of asshole who thinks it's ok to spend less than a minimum twenty-thirty [insert currency units] on a halfway-decent toadsticker. In which case, I'm glad you cut your finger). I usually attack 'em from the other end though; lever the tip of

I FUCKING LOVE ARANCINI! Personally, I make a sauce from shredded pork-cheeks & porcini braised in red wine for the filling, as I like to do things all nice, like, but whatever. Deep-fried risotto balls for the win. Anyone who hasn't tried making (then eating far, far too many) arancini, you are missing out on your